Lyander's arms tightened around Liora.
"You're the only thing that's made me feel whole in years," he said. "I couldn't believe that I would feel like this again and to a human at that."
A breeze drifted through the trees, cool against their skin, but neither of them moved to reach for their clothes. The fire had burned down to embers, but the heat between them was enough.
"I don't know what this means," Liora admitted softly. "Tomorrow will still be complicated."
She couldn't bring herself to tell him the truth—not yet. Not about his origins. Not about what his very existence might mean for Henry. A part of her feared that once the truth came out, it would shatter everything they'd just begun to build.
Right now, everything felt like it was finally falling into place. After so much tension, so much pain, there was a fragile sense of peace between them—one she didn't dare disturb.
